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Comment by @ingridgh0st

Bro, you created my dual-ship plot point 😭

It's literally canon to the fic now; you're the reason LukaWoo exists in there

Why won't my brain leave me alo-

Y'ALL I'M FINALLY WRITING THAT ALIEN STAGE HISTORICAL AU AND MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS GOING *DEEP* AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE EMOTIONS WELLING UP INSIDE OF ME THAT I CAN'T EXPRESS BECAUSE AHDLSBSKSBSK

I have everything I could ask for in a fic and more because I do what I want.

MiziTill dated as teenagers but they're now friendly exes.

Sua killed her fiance.

HyunLuka is in the fucking trenches but they're so perfect for each other I want to bash my head into a wall

IvanLuka is thriving in toxic yaoi as they play this fucked up dance of bargaining information and making out.

Ivan and Mizi are best friends in a contract marriage and pretty much have weekly sleepovers where they make crafts and rant about their crushes/relationships.

Till wasn't even assigned a gender at birth and is nonbinary.

Dewey bombs the clock tower at the capitol because he misread the mission before eating the paper.

The entire cast is queer; ¾ of the cast is trans (or maybe all the cast idk); ¼ of the cast is intersex (Sua, Luka, & Acorn [yes, Acorn is important]).

The fucking plot relies on discussion of aphobia and aroace erasure due to the empire's religion. (The entire main cast is under the aro-spec, ace-spec, or aroace-spec umbrella.)

Hyun Woo is alive and frequently swaps out jobs with his sister because they're near identical with enough make-up. Yes, they're spies.

Hyun-A is a revolutionary leader.

Multishippers, in case you're worried, polyamory/polygamy is encouraged. We have room for everyone.

You guys are going to love to hate the emperor.

Multiple different culture references because I'm afraid of just using one country and doing something wrong and pissing people off so all the countries are fictional

I'M GOING TO CRY ALL I WANT TO DO IS WRITE BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND I'M WILLING TO MAKE ANYTHING OR DO REQUESTS BUT AKDVSKDBSKSB

I don't care who. Please go in my inbox and ask for something about this AU so I can center my tasks. Please, I'm begging y'all moots and strangers and followers alike 🙏 y'all can just ask for ship content if you want I'll feed you, prommy

(I'm supposed to tag someone but I forgot their user sksksks lemme go find it and add it)

[mjhartwork]

Two Sisters, book 1 of the Mad Queens trilogy, by Shavonne Mirre

[fallingformatt]

FIRST GLANCE M.S. PT. 1

Matt x fem!reader

summary: while walking to the bar with your best friend you accidentally bump into Matt, then later you unexpectedly bump into him again, leading the two of you to do unholy things.

warnings: FILTHY ASS SMUTTT!!! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, slight praising.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: Thank all of you so much for the love on the last post, as I started writing literally so recently it means a lot to me. Also these scenarios keep popping up in my head and I write them down immediately and just work on them till I’m finished, so yea Im posting three days in a row. THIS IS SO GOOD DOE, not proofread.

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"But I have nothing to wear," I whine as I plop down on my best friend's bed. She really wanted us to go out to this cute bar she found on TikTok.

"Wait, I have something in my closet perfect for you," she said excitedly, pulling out a black mini dress. "It's just a black mini dress, what so special about it?" I ask with a confused look plastered on my face. "It's not the dress that's perfect," she says as she starts to dig around her closet again. "It's what you're going to wear with it," she exclaims.

"Found it," she says and excitement can be heard in her voice. She pulls out a box that has 'GUCCI' written on it. She pulls off the lid and there are a pair of tights in there. "Oh those are really pretty," I say as she opens the packaging for the first time. "That's not the end of it," she says swiftly turning around as she gets on her tippy toes to reach the highest shelf of her closet.

She manages to reach and pull out this little, red shoulder bag that screams money. "See it's not always about what you're wearing, sometimes it's about how you accessorize," she says happily clapping her hands together.

We both do our makeup and our hair while listening to music, chitchatting, and drinking some wine. As I finish my makeup and hair I get up to put on the outfit my best friend picked out for me. "Be careful with the tights, don't ruin them," she turns her head and says. "Don't worry, I won't, thank you for the cute outfit," I answer. "Glad to get you out of the house," she says as she also stands up finished with her makeup, and takes her clothes to change into.

We both step out of the house, ready to go to the bar, enjoy a few drinks, and maybe take some cute pictures for Instagram.

The city is lively, people walking down the streets, the sun almost gone, as the streets get darker. A bit tipsy from the wine we had, we walked, headed to the bar as it's not far from her place, our elbows intertwined as we continue to talk about everything that comes to our minds occasionally letting out a small laugh when one of us tells a joke.

My head is turned to my friend as she's retelling the story about her most stupid hookup, and I can't stop laughing. One moment I'm laughing about my friend's story and the next I feel myself trip over a pebble as I lose my balance. My body doesn't meet the ground, instead, it meets someone's chest. I quickly lean back to stand on my own feet again. I look up and my eyes meet the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I look at him as I study his features, the fluffy hair, the silver earrings, his light stubble, and finally my eyes meet his, his icy blue eyes I could drown in.

I snap back to reality as I hear his voice "You okay there?" he says, his voice just as attractive as his looks. "Yeah sorry," I say as my friend pulls me to her. "Come on let's go," she says still holding onto my elbow and we walk past this beautiful stranger. As we're walking, I turn my head back to look at him and our eyes meet for the last time as we walk further away from each other, both walking in opposite directions.

We get to the bar and order some drinks, we sit down and look around. The bar really is cute, the ceiling is covered in flowers giving the place a fairytale vibe. I look to my side and notice this huge mirror that's covered in pink bows. "We have to take a picture there," I say as my eyes light up.

We're now 3 drinks into the evening and the guy from earlier crosses my mind. His face, his voice, his eyes. I could imagine him in between my legs as he eats me out giving me pleasure out of this world.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" my friend asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and look at her. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks. "You cockblocked me," I say furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" She asks confused. "The guy I bumped into, he was totally into me," I say confidently. "Oh come on, that interaction lasted 2 seconds," she said laughing. "It was enough to make me understand that I need to be dicked down tonight," I answer. "Do you want to go to the club?" She asks. I nod my head happily. We finish our drinks and head out.

We walked around 5 minutes before we were in front of the club's door. Loud music can be heard as we walk in, lights shooting and changing color as we walk deeper into the club. My friend takes my hand as she pulls me into the dance floor. "This is my song," she exclaims as we both start dancing.

Feeling the light buzz the alcohol gave me, I close my eyes and move my hips to the rhythm of the song. I put up my hands as I get lost in the song dancing my heart out.

When the song finishes and I open my eyes, my best friend is nowhere to be seen. I try to move past all the people on the dance floor in an attempt to look for her.

As I walk towards the bar, I feel my ass brush against someone trying to get past the crowd. I turn around and look up. My eyes widen, not believing who I'm looking at.

It's the guy from earlier, the one who broke my trip and didn't let me fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as a lustful smile appears on my lips.

"You really like to touch me don't you," the pretty boy says. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well, what do people usually do at the club?" He answers my question with a rhetorical question.

"Thanks for not letting me fall earlier," I say as I brush his chest over the place I bumped into. "You have to be more careful, watch where you're stepping, it could've been a stinky homeless guy, instead of me that you bumped into, I'm Matt by the way," he says, his charming voice making my knees weak.

"You wanna go dance?" I ask him, and without hesitation, he takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd at the dance floor.

We dance in sync as Matt's hands are placed on my hips guiding them side to side as my ass is brushing against his jeans, my one hand bent backward wrapped around the nape of his head.

I feel myself getting wet as I feel his hands starting to roam around my body, touching me in all the right places. I begin to grind my ass against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard as he lets out a hot breath in my ear.

Now one of his hands has traveled to my inner thigh as the other one keeps resting on my hip slowly guiding it up and down his hard, clothed cock. He sneaks his hand under my short dress, moving closer to my heat. His thumb starts to move in circles on my clit as his ring and middle finger move up and down over my clothed folds. I let out a moan as the pleasurable sensation entered my body. I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder.

I feel Matt's hand suddenly stop, as he spins me around. "Follow me," he says when he leaned in closer to my ear so I'd be able to hear him over the loud music. His voice was dark, filled with lust.

Matt took my wrist and quickly led me to the bathrooms, he approached a door with a 'staff only' sign on it. When he pulled the handle I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't. We went in and it was as dim almost as the nightclub itself only a few colored lights giving the bathroom enough light to see where everything was. It was a big one toilet bathroom though, but it's still weird that the staff would have to do their business practically in the dark.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Matt closing the door behind him and turning the lock. He looked at me, his icy blue eyes were now dark, filled with hunger. He takes my hand and pulls me close, smashing his lips onto mine and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hands travel around my body stopping at my ass, he grabs hard on it.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan feeling the cold buckle of his belt against my heat. He walks over to the counter where the sink is located and sits me down.

He breaks the kiss and looks me in my eyes, slowly kneeling down. His head is now on one level with my throbbing pussy. "Please," is all I manage to blur out.

I feel his cold fingertips trace along my thigh as he stops at my core, rubbing circles on my clit and I let out a loud moan. With one sharp movement, I hear the tights rip making me feel the cold countertop on my bare skin as the tights now have huge runs in them.

Matt's hands guide my legs on top of his shoulders, he pulls me closer giving him better access to my pussy, making me lean against the mirror that was on the wall behind the counter. I let out a whine as I felt two of his cold fingers moving my thong to the side now giving him full access to my dripping hole.

Matt looks up at me before moving closer, placing a trail of kisses from my thigh to my sensitive bud, causing my fingers to intertwine with his fluffy hair. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking circles around my clit. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers pressing against my pussy, teasing me. "I need you," I manage to whimper under my breath and without any hesitation I feel his fingers push deep inside me, his cold rings pressed outside of my pussy.

I moan out loudly as his tongue and his fingers move in a rhythm giving me unimaginable pleasure. His fingers curled inside of me, places so deep I could never reach them on my own, his other hand holding a tight grip on my thigh. I feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Cl- close," I whimper out not able to say anything else.

His fingers slide out of my pussy and his tongue replaces them. Curling his tongue in my hole, I gasp out of the intense pleasure, Matt's now free hand traveling to my other thigh, holding on to it.

My sloppy moans fill the room as the pleasure is too much for me and I can't find the room to take in a full breath. "I'm about to cum," I moan out. He hums against my pussy, his tongue still in me curling inside of me. His voice sending vibrations through my core is enough for me to reach my climax. I let out a loud moan as I tug on his hair hard, bucking up my hips and rinding out my high.

Matt continues to move his tongue inside of me making my legs shake as the overstimulation rushes over me. My moans turn into loud pants, trying to catch my breath. My legs shake uncontrollably as his movements don't stop and he continues to curl his tongue, moving it in and out of me.

I try to move my legs, but Matt tightens his grip around my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as I let out a hiss. I feel another orgasm coming, legs still shaking. "Don- pl- don't sto-" I try to speak in between my attempts to get some air in my lungs. I feel my vision getting blurry as I feel tears forming in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Matt's thumb drawing circles on my clit. This is enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Matt's head in between my shaking thighs as I cum for the second time.

I ride out my high and Matt stands up, his lips shining a bright red color. "You taste so sweet, I could eat you out all night," he says before kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Get down," he says and yanks me by my wrists. As my feet meet the floor, I instantly lose balance as I'm not able to hold myself up on my own, still unable to fully breathe. Matt catches me, quickly turning me, my back facing him, and bending me over, pushing me against the counter.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before his pants fall to the ground. I look back at him and see him pulling down his boxers. He pushes my dress up revealing my almost bare ass as the only thing covering it is tights with huge runs and now holes in them.

I feel a sting as Matt slaps my ass making me moan out in pleasure. He pulls my thong to the side and without any warning he grabs my ass lifting it up before pushing his dick deeply inside of me, immediately kissing my g-spot on the first thrust. I let out a loud pornographic moan.

"Shit you feel so good around my cock baby," Matt moans, one of his hands placed on my lower back, the other traveled to my hair, weaving his hand around them to make a ponytail.

As he continues to plant deep, hard thrusts in me, he yanks my hair causing my head to tilt back, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips as his other hand now firmly holds onto my jaw.

"You're such a good girl for me, fuck," Matt growls breaking the contact between our lips, throwing his head back as his mouth falls open, his chest unevenly rising up and down.

Both of our heavy pants and moans are now filling the room. "Ahh fuck princess, you feel so tight, I'm about to cum," Matt moans out. My walls clench around his twitching cock as I also feel my orgasm coming, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, just a high-pitched whimper.

"Look at you, you're so pathetic, can't even say anything, I have fucked you dumb," he says and I hear how smug his voice is.

Matt thrusts a few more times before I feel my orgasm taking over me, and my legs again begin to shake. "Oh fuck," Matt moans out as he thrusts deeply painting my walls with his cum. He lets go of my hair as he pats my head "You're such a good girl," Matt says.

Matt pulls out his cock and pulls the dress over my ass pulling up his boxers and his jeans. I try to stand up feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the slightest movement. I lose my balance and Matt catches me once again. "Awww, I have really done a number on you, haven't I?" He asks teasingly, I just nod as I don't have the strength to answer.

Matt leads me to sit down on the toilet before he returns to the sink, and wets his hands under the cold, running water. He walks over to me and places one of his wet, cold hands at the nape of my neck and the other one on my cheek to help me come back to my senses.

We stand there like that for a while before he wipes the mascara that had run down my cheeks with his wet thumb while looking down at me giving me a warm smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How you feeling?" he asks innocently as if he didn't just fuck my brains out. "Better, I think I'm ready to go," I say as I stand up. We head to the door and I lead the way, unlocking the door we go out.

I see my best friend, she notices me too and rushes over, "What happened, where were you, I was searching all over for you!" she exclaims with a worried but angry voice as she looks me up and down. "What did you do to my tights?" Her eyes widen. "I got revenge on you for cockblocking me," I say as I smile. "Oh looks like we've got a brat on our hands," Matt says as he chuckles, leaning in, his hand on my hip, holding me tight, so I don't lose support.

"Bump into me again sometime," Matt says as a small smirk creeps on his lips.

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 1 & 2

So my career is kicking up in to the air as my voice leaves a echo reaching in to a the sky and soon enough I lay down on my bed I close my eyes.My body transfers in to spirit from flying in to the sky I float off in to the midst of a new universe somewhere in space I begin to think.

I wish that I could be able to possess others powers to serve only me and when I need a new body. It is pretty crazy suddenly my body swirls in to the air sending my flying in to the body of another who falls like a tone of bricks I find myself waking up.

Groggy I woke up from a state for the first time in my life I am drunk wiping my eyes and I barely am able to sit up fleeing all the things spiraling out of control and I knew I have a new way of life and being since he is a ass.

The next thing I know I am on my feet once more moving forward to the bathroom I close the door slamming it hard in a gruff soon stumbling to the sink my hands manger to reach it and I hold on tight the voice is weird.

My eyes roll up staring in my eyes it took for a while for me to see it but I freak one finally able to gain control I notice something off it is the body of Scott Eastwood I am fully in possession. Speaking of it I find him very conflicting for a number of reason because of his assholic father.

Number two he is an exact copy of him with that some arrogant, hard core, not so hot or attractive face many seem to like he is quite a catch though because speaking of that word nepotism like great white shark his father appears.

“Hey dad…what’s going on? I am fucked in haha.” I manage to say half wanting to barf.

“You’re drunk as per usual.” He states to me with a smile.

“I guess…hahaha” I reply avoiding his gaze the best I can.

“Fuck!” Clint says angrily smashing the Newspaper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Fucking pansies.” He yells.

“Calm down dad!” I write.

“Fuck off” he says closing the door.

“I need to get out of here.” I tell myself.

“My dad” I call to him.

“Don’t be a liberal “ he yells

“Sure thing…fuckwad” immature I know but I hate him.

“Taking control of his body now”

“He can be drunk to new day”

“Yes! Perfect “

Driving off to the house he calls home I park his car swiftly walking in to the front door I enter the house racing up the stairs I undo my my jacket throwing on to the bed stand in front of the mirror I set up my cellphone on a tripod.

Creating a new instagram account I set up my cell on a tripod press record moving back I wink at the camera doing a sexy dance, blow a seductive kiss while I shake my body and slowly remove my clothes one piece at a time.

I feel new body up touching my pecs I hit it hard then start to squeeze them tightly in a seductive motion I turn around showing my ass. I shake it hard smacking it slipping my underwear down l lick my finger make a hot sound as I touch my ass.

Flipping the switch off inhaling my scent as my nose digs in to his skin I watch all of my control over him, deep down I can sense he is being turns him on he can’t help it he is wanting to hump something and I give him what he wants.

“Oh God! I am so fucking hot! Hawt damn you will provide get ways for my voice so yeah.”

“Look at this face, body and my ass.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Sent…mwahahaha “

“Time to get ready for my party “

“We will blow shit up”

“Everyone drink everything “

“All the booze are free”

“Let’s party “

“Who wants to dance ?”

“I am hard “

“So horny “

“Ffffuuucccckkkk”

“FUCK”

“Their eyes are on me”

“This white ass can look so stupid”

“I am going to fuck someone “

“Smash him”

It is two months later when I am literally in a city in Mexico on vacation that my time has come to an end with Scott.

He is boring me that night I had one more romp in the hay exploring his body then fell a sleep in his sweat.

I woke up in the embrace of the sun to way too many text in the morning form his far too infernal father Clint.

Picking up my cellphone I throw to the wall ignoring it I get up sliding off of the bed on to my feet.

A full length mirror lays on the wall before me as I press a tiny button on his neck the skin becomes loose.

It begins deflate his husk to floor like an air balloon running out of air I step out of it in disgust.

I had to make hash racing to the bathroom a shows awaits me clothes ready on the bed as I dry and exist the room.

Funny enough Justin Baldonis hot Italian ass

pumps into me staring at his phone I take my chances

He is distracted so I place the device on his neck press if he fades in to his own mind and deflated away.

This perfect I drag his ass in to a bathroom in the hallway slipping him on to my skin he forms over me.

My height rises to tend fold to new levels I can look way over me and everything and everyone seems so small.

My body goes from a bit toned exploding in to a massive wad of toned muscles and new strangling never before.

I smirk with a bright white smile showcase his teeth I do a sexy dance stepping on to the elevator.

Winking at woman passing by the door shut as it drops to the first floor I move on with my life and head to the airport.

Once one the plain I can sense Scott is back to normal form coming to with a migraine and angry father on the line.

“Wow! Poor Scott! He just noticed the tattoo”

“Asswipe! He wants to be angry and ring my neck.”

“He is turned on”

“Oooh! So is Justin”

“Dam! Why so horny?”

“God! I am hard”

“So…oooohhh”

“I guess I am going the mile high club”

“With my new body?l

“That counts right ?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Excuse me!”

“Get out the way “

“OH BABY!”

“Mmmmmmm”

The end

[slytherinshua]

CALIFORNIA LOVE

genre. kinda just summer love w doy thoughts. fluffy but also a bit angsty. warnings. jealousy. lots of kissing. drinking. i don't usually write in present tense so if there are mistakes im so sorry i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😭 pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 663. request. no. a/n. this is all @eternalgyu's fault that i'm writing for nomad now but srsly doy has me in a chokehold its not funny but also sangha is fighting for bias spot SO???

waking up completely hung over with doeui, hearing the murmured curses that falls from his mouth as the splitting headache hits you both at the same time. as soon as you look at each other, all you can do is just laugh and huddle closer under the blankets, alternating kisses on the other’s forehead to soothe the headaches. memories from the previous night are foggy, but all you really care about is being next to him and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath you.

after you sleep for a bit longer and wake up for the second time in the late morning, doeui runs to the store to get hangover medication and pizza. everything about the morning is lazy and unplanned, just the two of you in each other’s company until the party starts later in the day.

doeui loves how you look in his oversized shirt when he comes back from the store; your hair a mess, but your eyes shining with excitement whenever you look at him. you share the pizza, taking turns feeding each other and sneaking in kisses before you get properly dressed for going out. 

except doeui’s idea of properly dressed still involves an open summer shirt exposing his abs and toned chest. it’s perfect attire for the beach, but you can’t help but stare a bit. he can’t complete the outfit without your pearl bracelet and necklace, and in return, you steal his black cap.

drinks, games, skateboarding, swimming, sports, dares— all of the classic summer things that you could indulge in are present at every party. and it lasts for hours. you spend most of the time on the opposing team from your boyfriend, giving him teasing looks and boasting every time you won. you’ll never admit that you purposely got a little touchy with sangha just to get doeui jealous, but you couldn’t deny it either. you wouldn’t have if you hadn’t caught one of the girls staring a bit too closely at his open shirt.  

it works like a charm, from the way he pulls your wrist as soon as the game of beach volleyball is finished. when he’s sure that he’s led you out of sight of his friends, his lips find yours faster than you could speak. it’s rushed and a bit rougher than how he normally kisses you, but it’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for when you did everything you could to rile him up. when he’s satisfied with the way he’s smeared your lipgloss and slightly messed up your hair, he mutters a quick, “you’re mine” before he joins the group again, making sure you were on his team for the next round.

as the sun sets, you gather around a cooler of drinks and popsicles. you steal sips of doeui’s beer throughout the time when you’re all laughing and telling stories. he doesn’t mind. each time he catches you reaching for his can, he feels even fonder of you. but he still drinks some of your cider to make things even.

when the sun sets completely and the rest of the friend group leaves, it’s just you and doeui still sitting together on the sand, listening to the waves lap at the shore and feeling the slight chill of the wind. you lean closer to him when he rests a finger under your chin, allowing him to press soft kisses to as much skin as he could reach on your face. his breath feels warm despite how cold the air is, and you think you could easily be able to stay like this forever.

but all good things must come to an end, and for you and doeui, it ends gradually like the summer turning to fall. as the weather gets cooler, so do your hearts. doeui still thinks back to that summer love every time he looks at your pearl necklace that hangs from his car mirror, longing for one more chance to kiss you.

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[dreadfutures]

brush exercise turned into Virelan Lavellan ( @rosella-writes )

brushes here (x) from @foervraengd <3 thank you mirre!

[mirrology]

𝜗𝜚 mirr. fifteen, they/them, multifandomer. MASTERLIST.

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[mirrorcatcreditcard]

So, off the top of my head, we have:

Juana (demiromantic, lesbian) and Lelei (unlabeled)

Bonus: Giselle because she's a girl boss and I love yapping about her

Juana and Lelei are my OG otp doomed lesbians. They were created by pure accident. My MC for the main story had an older sister who died, and I thought "someone should be alive who remembers the older sister other than the MC" so Lelei was created as Juana's former assistant. It got gay so fast I don't think there was ever a time in my planning that they were not in a relationship. They're kinda cringe but love each other to bits. Juana had a Twilight phase Lelei never lets her live down, and Lelei refuses to read GL because she thinks it will make her expectations in a partner unrealistic. Juana is the eldest daughter of an organized crime syndicate leader, who's a woman btw. Lelei has a background nobody cracks into but learns how to do stuff incredibly fast and becomes a competent assistant in a year. They're so casual and awkward in my head because the most story I've written on them is the teenage years/first time either tried dating. After Juana dies in a factory accident, Lelei shows herself able to do all her tasks as well as her partner's, indicating she always held herself back in order to be able to spend time with Juana.

Giselle, I wasn't going to add originally because she's married to a dude (at least, I think he's a dude? I last wrote about him when I was still in the closet and in denial, but I'm pretty sure he's enby something). Then I remembered she's honorary lesbian relationship mention because 75% of her life is spent in the embrace of a woman and her preference for feminity outweighs her preference for androgyny to the point I sometimes wonder if she was even attracted to the dude she had a kid with 😭 my OCs don't actually follow the blueprint I give them for romance and ships smh. Anygays, a quick backstory on her is she got pregnant as a teen, transported to another world, and learns that because she was the last chic to bang the ruler of that world (mind you, he was also a teen when it happened) she's now the temporary ruler until he returns from his missions. (Please keep in mind I created her years ago, and historically speaking I have no chill when it comes to backstories.) So she's dealing the best she can with this weird world, but the biggest hurdle is the harem. Because the mf has a huge harem that actually doubles in size by the time he's back because it's like free room and board in there. And it will take multiple paragraphs to explain but while she's handling the smaller section (the female section; because of course the dude she planned to marry has a preference for dudes while she has a preference for females 😂) and she meets this one girl there and just goes head over heels. And there's this whole thing about it because she feels like she shouldn't drag the girl into her tumultuous life meanwhile the girl is openly accepting of her affections because nobody gave Giselle the memo that polyamory is so normal there that monogamy is considered strange. I never actually named her female lover now that I think about it, but it's like the "handmaiden that is incredibly close with her mistress" troupe. Also, Giselle's son acknowledges the girl as "second mom" and openly denies relation to his ever-absent dad so that's something, raising a whole kid together and getting the approval of the child as other parent.

I need more lesbians. RIGHT NOW.

[sarahtrolls]

svalih, when you look in a mirror do you like what you see?

Do You? ^-x-^

I Nott Sure Whatt You Didd Thinkk Whenn You Didd Write Thatt... ^-x-^

Butt I Amm Me. I Didd Make A Lookk Forr My selff Thatt Exx press Me. Whenn I Lookk Inn Mirr orr I See Thingg Create By Me. Nott Whatt Docc torr Made Me. =^_^=

I Didd Learnn Readd Andd Write. I Didd Groww My Hairr Outt. I Didd Buyy Punkk Clothess Forr Perr sonn nall Style. ^-m-^

I Proudd Off My selff. ^-w-^

[starving-marauder-lover]

50!! (Small but big)

Alright because I just hit 50 followers today and I saw some other blogs doing celebrations for reaching milestones (most of them were 100 or 200 but whatever, let me have this) I decided to do something myself.

Because I am absolutely obsessed with music most of these will be music-based, anyways, below the cut will be all the options!

DM me if you have any questions about anything

To submit, sent my ask box the number and title that you choose

1. I give you music!

You give me 2-5 words and I try to fit a song that matches those words. These words can be anything from genres to describing how the song would sound.

ex. car, bouncy, and friendship- I would choose the song "Platonic Cuddling by Breakup Shoes

(this is totally not a plan to make everyone convert to my music taste)

2. The time saver

You give me a few specific requests you want to read and then I find a fic that matches the requests (marauders-based only please)

3. Promts

You give me one random word and I write a microfic (marauders-based only please) with that word in it. You also specify what ship you want for it, so go crazy! (No nsfw though, I am a minor)

4. You give ME music

It's pretty self-explanatory, you give me a song, I rate then I tell you if it's going in my playlist(s) or not >:)

5. Ego time (mutuals only)

I tell you one fun fact about me!

Again, a massive thank you to everyone following, but especially to my mutuals! When I first joined Tumblr I thought I'd just be some person who makes shitty posts and would be lucky enough to get a few likes on them, but now I (think I can say) that I have some friends on this app! I've had so much fun interacting with them even if it's just on the rp blog we have together, or my other mutuals who I love getting notifications about them mentioning/reblogging my posts. Thank you again!

Some of my favorites :)

@yourlocalbadgerscales @nyx-taylors-version @bartyssimp-riley-16 @anything-for-my-moony-1971 @outromoony @barely-functioning-frog @whydousernamesevenexist @themirrorballfriend @paper-beats-writers-block @daonedaonlyskh @mirrs-ball @unhinged-as-hell

and all my others that for some reason I'm scared to tag? u all are awesome

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

Fandom, I'm trying to cook, but there's too much raw food I have to handle. Please choose the focus of my writing.

[merfolk-are-the-best-folk]

MerMay 2024 Day 1: Marine Biologist

Decided I would use MerMay to reignite my writing habit. Since the 'official' tags suck butt I am using the infinitely more evocative prompt list of @mossypidder. So here it is, day 1. Let's see how many days it takes until I fall off from it xD (it's under a read more bc way longer than I anticipated).

“The place where all the trackers broke and vanished is just ahead.”, the helmsman of the small vessel said, his body hunched over a monitor in the cabin showing a map of the surrounding area, with all sorts of lines and dots in different colors drawn over it. The area they were heading towards was a region where many of those lines just stopped, creating an ominous empty field of ocean on the map. “And we have no idea what is doing that, then?”

I positioned myself next to him and looked over his shoulder. Not an easy task, considering I was quite a bit smaller than the experienced seaman. “Well, I have a few theories, but nothing I am confident enough in to actually talk out loud about it. We’ll just have to see”, I said with a slight shrug. “But comparing our data with similar studies got us nowhere closer to the answer. Of course there was always an amount of tracking devices that stopped working for one reason or another. But not in this amount and very much not in this consistency regarding a location. That’s why we are here to find out.”

“That’s all fine and dandy. Just begs the question, why are you on this trip?”, another voice from behind both of us cut in. The woman who had just entered postured herself with crossed arms in the doorframe of the helm. “I thought you eggheads tend to stick with the books and computers, leaving the wet work to us.”

I felt my face flush red, not really knowing if it was anger or embarrassment, or some mixture of both, that caused this reaction. “Well, Professor Benson wanted someone at hand to evaluate any and all information we gather here right on the spot. So that’s why he sent me.”

The woman did not seem satisfied with the answer, but before she could resume the banter she was disrupted by the helmsman: “Well, we’ve arrived. Get ready.”

She just  nodded  and turned around to exit, leaving us two in the cabin. After a moment in which I was not really sure what to do or say now, fidgeting a bit with my hands, the stout man turned towards me. “Did you not hear me? I said: Get ready.”

“What do you mean?”, I asked, quite confused. I could only examine the evidence we would collect after it had been collected, after all.

“You’re going down, too. The Prof said it would be a good experience for you.”

“What?!?”, I blurted out. “But, butbutbutbut…”

“You’re a marine biologist, aren’t you? You should be able to do studies out in the field.”, he said while crossing his arms in a manner that mirrred the stance of the woman from before quite well.

“Well, I’m an undergraduate. I’m still…”

“You can stay here on the boat, not gonna throw you to the fishes against your will. But I am sure the Prof will not be happy about it.”

I stammered, trying to find excuses whyI shouldn’t go dive in a place where our devices mysteriously disappeared, but everything got blocked out by the mental image of my professor’s very famous disapproving glare. In the end I just sighed and nodded. “Yessir.” 

It took me almost twenty minutes to force myself into the wetsuit that I had assumed had just been stashed in my cabin on the off chance I wanted to look the part of a real field researcher. I exited the cabin and walked onto the stern deck of the boat and was directly exposed to the stern glare of the woman from earlier. She wore a very similar outfit, but admittedly, she looked way more comfortable in it and less like a cheap impostor. 

“Could you have been any slower?”, she asked, nevertheless handing me the rest of the diving equipment I would need for this trip.

I wanted to answer, maybe even return the mean spirited banter, but I was not able to find the right words, instead I just focussed on not embarrassing myself any further by fumbling at donning the equipment.

Another five minutes later my heart was racing as we sat down at the edge of the boat, getting ready to plunge into the depths below us. In my mind I was counting down from ten, to hype myself up for the dive and to find a reason not to just sit here at the precipice for the next two hours.

And as my mind reached the number two, it was violently interrupted by a loud, clattering noise. My head turned around and I tried to find the source of the noise as I noticed a metal object that had fallen onto the deck. I pulled off my mask to see more clearly and gasped, finding the metal ball to be a crumpled clump of scrap metal that seemed to consist solely of trashed tracking devices. And just as my mind tried to comprehend this very weird thing that just happened, another voice coming from behind ripped me right out of it. “You can keep your trash on your side of the water’s edge. Now scram!”

I turned my head towards the sea, and there was a head popping out of the water. And even without my glasses and at this distance I was very sure that this was not a normal human who had just told us off about ‘littering’...

[emblazonet]

Ok so for this theoretical MW OC trilogy I'm not ever going to write, I'm like obsessing over the idea of an older Asthore Sadryon who's already been Telvanni Archmagister for some time, and a Writ of Execution is issued and given to her ex-gf, Cathay assassin Tsiramirr. And then they have horrible kinky fucked up sex where both of them expect Asthore to end up dead by the end of it (Mirr's the top).

[carrickbender]

Saturday 6:

1. I just heard somebody in the show, "the half of it" say the phrase aloud, "the gateway to greatness is Wenatchee". And having been there, numerous times, I honestly wonder if it's ever been said before. (If you know, you know...)

2. Speaking of the east side, I finished my Lean 6 green belt practicum on Tuesday. It felt good to walk down all of the reasons why our company leader was wrong about his root cause suggestion, and why our countermeasures were clutch. We got an 88%, which means I'm now a green belt. Sad part? I had to write out every word I was going to say. Thanks long covid... but it was cogent, and swaying, and we did well.

3. I performed my end-of-quarter ritual tonight- I cleaned up the note detritus from finals week and boxed up the notes and work from the quarter I wanted to keep. It feels good to be so close to the end- a quick but hard-core summer quarter, a capstone class plus 2 fillers in the fall, then it's on to my MBA and a real job. Speaking of which, somebody finally said they want me yesterday afternoon. It's super part time till they know what I can do, but it's a start...

4. All of that being said, I shot myself in the foot with my FIN 370 class. I did awful on my final, and I only needed 30 points out of 100 on the final project to get a solid C. I guess part of my brain knows that all I'm ever hoping to need is working knowledge of NPV, IRR and MIRR, but the prof did nothing but confuse me. If I learned anything, his lectures were not the font. Thankfully the university knows, and he's not teaching it next fall.

5. On the home front, Buggy has a bug. We woke up to vomit, and he was a rotating mess of vomiting and drinking water all say. We were cleaning all day, which lead us to discover a truth about our dog: he's a stress pooper. H was running the vacuum, I was out starting a load of soiled stuffs, walk in the door and (si)Cabo was taking a dump on the floor, looking petrified. He'd already been out, gone poop, but the stress just pushes Mr Anxiety over the edge. I swear, the under 5 crowd in this house does everything in concert, including falling apart.

6. I need to thank @redsimple for the conversation that inspired the lines about Trump's bathroom, "a chandelier in the shitter, carpet near the throne, if you hit it with a black light, you're really on your own". Truly, carpeted bathrooms are the perfect allegory for DeSantis's Florida! But apparently there's no carpet, but who puts brown-ish coloured flooring in a bathroom and a chandelier on the john? I mean...

Anyhow, sorry for being a ghost and not finishing a few conversations this week. I hope yall are doing OK, cause I know a lot of us aren't. Much love- we can do this together.

[absyntheartref]

Brushes Masterpost

Wanted to have a set post on my blog of where to find brushes for digital art. These are all Free/PWYW (Pay what you want) but I highly recommend leaving a tip to these wonderful creators if you can.

Just an FYI any brush from DeviantArt requires a DA account to download unless stated otherwise!

* = I use this brush regularly.

Ron Chan Brushes

Ron Chan Watercolors (Gumroad) - These brushes are PWYW and 75% of proceeds are donated to Transgender Law Center. They work with my ancient version of CSP so it's likely they'll work with yours as well.

*Ron Chan Outline Brushes (Gumroad) - Same deal as above. I use these brushes regularly for bows, shoelaces, belt loops, ect. They work very well :]

Shrineheart Brushes

Shrineheart Stitch Brushes (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes.

Shrineheart's Free Pride Pack (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. Over 200 pride-related flag brushes.

Misc Brush Creators

*Porforever Custom Brush Sets (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. Creator allows use in personal and commercial artwork. These are wonderful pattern brushes. Great for backgrounds & tiny details.

*BrotherBaston Brush Pack (Gumroad) - PWYW brushes. I use the inker brushes a LOT.

*Typesprite Brush Set Vol. 2 (Gumroad) - PWYW. I use the Ink Angular brush when signing or writing on art.

*Bri's M5 Essentials (DeviantArt) - Free brushes. A friend sent these to me and they have been my main brushes ever since!

Mirre's Set of Cross-Hatching Brushes (Tumblr Post, dropbox or csp asset store download) - Free, works on CSP versions 1.10.10 and above.

[shadowbunnydragon]

To Chief Bogo: Have you ever felt insecure about your intimidating appearance scaring people and animals off?

Bogo: "My... intimidating aura, as I'm electing to call it, can be useful in my line of work, however... it can present additional challenges. Like the time I attempted to give a family of chipmunks who had been robbed a reassuring smile... that left them all terrified. Thankfully, one of my officers has sent me a link to a ZooTube video about how to improve one's smile. In fact, let me just pull it up right now."

Hooves clack across the keyboard, the Chief leaning in and adjusting his glasses.

Bogo: "Ah, yes. Now, there's no audio, and the writing is a bit on the small side, so I need to lean in close to read it and to see the examples present, but so far it is instructing me on several exercises to practice while looking at myself in the mirr--AGH!"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Bogo falls over and out of his chair as a high pitched screech comes from his computer's speakers. The monitor got shifted, revealing a gruesome snarling monster face, vaguely resembling an opossum, but with hideous pustules and red eyes.

Bogo: "WILDE!!!"